"Where am I?"
Hojo's rainbow coloured eyes shone iridescently as he gazed around in bewilderment.
There was a once-in-a-lifetime beautiful scenery before him.
Both Sun and Moon were radiating in the sky—like day and night collided into one.
There were no clouds— only colourful aurora. Ground was covered in a layer of snow.
Mountains were so high that their snowy peaks tore through the heavens. Their foundation was several hundred meters wide.
"Why am I not feeling any cold?"
Hojo looked at the snow and then at his body. He wore a simple shirt and pants. But still, instead of shivering with cold, he was feeling warm.
Surroundings around were silent, only the humming of a gentle cold breeze could be heard, as if it was whispering something into his ears.
"What a pity, you died in your youth."
A voice broke through the silence, echoing in Hojo's ears from behind.
He immediately turned his face to the source of the sound.
Behind him stood a tall man, wearing a traditional Japanese long white robe. He had white hair and six piercing eyes fixed on his long face.
Although, he was right in front of Hojo, his presence was a total void, completely concealed. It felt like there was nobody there, but still someone was.
That man stared at Hojo for a moment.
Suddenly, all six of his eyes widened in shock. He quickly realized that Hojo wasn't dead completely— and the second reason for his shocked expression was Hojo's eyes.
"You are still alive... No, 'alive' is wrong term. You are standing on the line between life & death. One step ahead means your death and one step behind means life."
After hearing his words, Hojo started to understand the reason why he was in this strange place. But his face showed no expression of astonishment or surprise.
"You mean, this is heaven?"
"Nah, this is my domain. What you are seeing is actually my domain expansion."
After hearing this, Hojo couldn't help but stare in awe at that man.
"Who the hell are you then?" He asked in bewilderement.
"I'm your ancestor and you are my descendant." He said as he released a tiny portion of his true presence.
Suddenly, light dimmed in the atmosphere and darkness took over its place. Surroundings started to fade as more and more dark aura got released from that man's body like magma erupting from the volcano.
In just a few seconds, it was looking like Hojo wasn't on land but in the depths of a dark ocean where the light never reaches.
What he could still see in this darkness was the three pairs of glowing blue eyes. And what he could feel was— thousands of mountains pressing on him from every possible point on his body.
He couldn't move, couldn't fall, couldn't blink— he was frozen in place. It wasn't his physical body or he would have crushed under pressure long before.
'Where's my infinity barrier?!'
Hojo thought as he felt the pain in his soul. Putting his pain into words would be: peircing every cell of his body with needles and exerting a huge pressure on them.
Just as unexpectedly as the pressure came, it vanished. The whole suffering lasted only ten seconds.
"Oh, you are weaker than I thought, with almost zero foundation. Maybe you are equal to Satoru in strength."
That man stood with an expressionless face, his eyes fixed on Hojo who was vomiting a glowing white liquid.
"What's this?" Hojo said as he looked at the drops of white liquid on his hand, which vaporized into nothingness after a moment.
"It's your soul essence. A tiny part of your soul just got destroyed when you were exposed in my presence."
That man stepped forward and came near to Hojo who was kneeling down on ground.
He placed his right hand gently on Hojo's head and immediately—an addictive feeling of pleasure & relaxation surged in his body, as the soul got healed again.
"Luckily for you, I can heal souls." He withdrew his hand from his head.
Hojo was feeling like he was reborn and his energy was restored upto 1000% percent.
In this little period of time, many questions formed in his mind. First of all, how he knew about Satoru Gojo? Even if he was something ancient to be called an ancestors, how he knew about the man who borned only a century ago?!
"Because he lives with me here. I'm well aware of all of my direct descendants."
That man answered the question that arose first in Hojo's brain. That means he knew everything Hojo was thinking at that moment.
'He can read my thoughts!' thought Hojo.
"Of course, I can. After all, you are standing in my domain."
That man quickly replied to the thoughts of Hojo before he spoke anything.
"I'm not understanding all this? Why am I here and Why am I half dead?! And please stop reading my thoughts, I have my own privacy."
Hojo blurted out everything he was confused about without any hesitation.
"Come with me, I have something to show you. I will tell you about these things while walking."
Saying this, that man turned around and stepped forward. Hojo immediately hurried and walked alongside him.
"I'm actually an old man, my age exceeding a whole and a half millennium. I'm first sorcerer who created jujutsu. My titles include father of all curses, first jujutsu sorcerer and creator of jujutsu. And especially, all six eyes user are my descendants indirectly. And lastly my name is Yahaech. I think it's enough for my introduction."
He summarised his entire identity into these words, though each word held the power to become a novel of its own.
"Huh?"
After listening his words, Hojo's face paled in reaction. How was he supposed to believe that the man walking alongside him was actually a true legend?
But considering the situation, he was in— it wasn't that much shocking.
"Then I should also introduce myself, my name..."
He changed his tone to show respect and tried to introduce himself also, but that man—who was his ancestor—already knew about his details.
"No need for that. I already know you, Hojo."
After this, he continued.
"I will try not to bore you. Now, hear my words carefully, I'm going to tell you about the history of jujutsu. You will not find this in any books on there, Earth."
Yahaech looked at the Hojo who was smaller in both size & height compared to him. Walking, both of them looked like one was his father and another was his kid.
Because Yahaech was literally more than ten feet tall.
Hojo didn't know what to say in reply, so he only nodded hesitantly in response to his words.
Yahaech could feel the emotions of any consciousness in this place, so obviously he knew about this. Anyways, he didn't expected any response from him.
He was only looking at Hojo to see & confirm his eyes once again. Normally, he wouldn't tell anything to his dead descendants, because they would automatically learn this in time after living in his domain for the rest of their life.
But, Hojo was a different case as he was still alive and would eventually return to the real world.
And besides all this, he had those unique eyes which even more rarer than Gojo clan's six eyes.
Six eye users born in centuries, but people like Hojo who was the true and most pure Descendant of Yahaech borns in more than 4,000 years.
Jujutsu was discovered in about 2500 BCE, so Hojo was the first human with those pair of unique eyes he carried with him.